Page 8 of The Wrong Promise

I finish drinking the remains in my glass. I’m not wasting a drop of Dom. When I twist on my chair to leave, Jobe is standing behind me.

His dark eyes bore into mine. “Do not tell me what I enjoy,” he growls out.

Making another questionable decision, I jump into his arms. My tongue is already sliding with his before my brain catches up and acknowledges what comes next.

Painabove my left eye orientates me to morning.

I’m acutely aware of the sun shining into the room.

Ugh, why did I drink so much?It’s supposed to be a healthy weekend with my friends to reenergize our bodies with all the pampering every girl desires.

I sit upright in my bed, a tidal wave of horror hitting me.

Jobe is not beside me.

I fall back onto the pillow and cover my painful eyes with the back of my hand. Slowly, I lift the silk sheet and…

Shit.

I am completely naked.

And my pussy has a delicious throb.

I close my eyes and force myself to remember details.Desperate kissing.I scan the room for my dress and recall him telling me he’ll buy a new one.

Did he tear the material?

Three ripped condom packets are on the side of the bed.

I clench my eyes shut, visualizing the memory of his shoulders framing my face. Orgasming loudly.

I am so embarrassed.

The alarm on my cell sounds, and I quickly silence it.

Jesus, I just fucked my best friend’s brother-in-law, and I don’t even like him.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Especially when I can’t remember details.

Can he?

He left before I woke up…

A sign of instant regret? Is he mortified as I am? Or should I interpret it as a cold rejection?

Oh, for the love of God. I now have to face him at breakfast.

After showering and dressing, ready for another day of pampering, I take the stairs down to the restaurant. Before walking through the French doors, I hold my breath, then let it out when there is no sign of Jobe.

“Morning,” I sing and straighten my hair as though it has a freshly fucked style despite my shower.

“Morning, babe. What would you like to eat?” Penny’s cheeks glow with motherhood agreeing with her.

“I’ll have what everyone else is having.”

Blending again. My traitorous stomach growls. I cannot drink the ginger and green juice today. “I’m not late, am I? Jobe’s still not here?” I question innocently.

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